I inch away from foaming mouth
Gnashing teeth and hissing throat
I scramble frantic through the throng
With the agility of a mountain goat
For on my tail there is a beast
The scariest by far
It presides,majestic, at every feast
Your life it can make or mar.
A terror indeed,this beastie thing
For it a hundred school bells ring
It stalks the children by the light
Devours them for an imagined slight
Beware beware!
Of teachers.
LOLZ...i luv it!!!!!!! i luv nythin tat makes fun of teachers!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i never tht tat u cud write poems francis!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteohhh sory tats not write but tats compose "i never tht tat u cud compose poems francis!!!!!!"
ReplyDeleteWhoa baby!! Amazing talent! :) Am in love the poem!!!
ReplyDeleteDamn!you're good competition francees. =P
ReplyDeletenah.what i actually mean is, you are better.much better.seriously!its flattery not. =D